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i remember that game of dominoes we played at your grandma’s house and your grandad made us tea and we ate your favourite biscuits and all i can recall is the way you whispered “i’m so glad you’re here” over the table and we were supposed to be that couple who were eighty playing dominoes with our grandson and his new girlfriend he’d brought home and they’d drink tea and she’d eat his favourite biscuits and their love would be like déjà vu and his whispers would bounce to her over the table is there a secret to making a love as strong as i believed ours was, last? maybe i should have asked your grandparents
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
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i remember that game of dominoes we played at your grandma’s house and your grandad made us tea and we ate your favourite biscuits and all i can recall is the way you whispered “i’m so glad you’re here” over the table and we were supposed to be that couple who were eighty playing dominoes with our grandson and his new girlfriend he’d brought home and they’d drink tea and she’d eat his favourite biscuits and their love would be like déjà vu and his whispers would bounce to her over the table is there a secret to making a love as strong as i believed ours was, last? maybe i should have asked your grandparents
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
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